When all desires are exhausted, when everything is far away, when everything has become the wind blows out, when everything has become the past, I am just willing to be a wind without traces, no longer dull, no longer bored, no longer feel bored loneliness and loneliness. The wind blew my hair, blew my hair off, blew off the sadness of the ground. I am speechless against the shadow, since it is coming, don't wait any longer, don't wait any longer! Maybe it's just a helpless time for yourself!
Memories are the precipitate of loneliness, and now the facts are difficult to clear, even if it is only an unforgettable period, but I am just deeply immersed in a silent soul! I don't miss it anymore, I just want the memories of the past to reappear, to recreate the beauty of each other in the memories.
A person's late night, always pulling open the curtain half-hidden, whether it is about your memory or your mind, always makes me unable to remember, whether you or I am in the night, or in the middle of the night. I always observe myself silently in a way, and then quietly listen to the voice of the soul, silently let the thoughts pass through the night, let the thoughts drift in the night, and keep spinning.
Only in the dream, the wine is happy, the sad tears are buried, leaving only a little bit of heartache and memory precipitation. But many times, a person helplessly performs a tragic drama!
Whenever the night is quiet, I can always think of some small things in my hometown, bit by bit of happiness. Those forgotten memories, those tear-stained happiness, the sweet pictures of the scenes, the long and unforgettable scenes. Those years, those years, the moving scenes became unrecognizable. In those years, those years, the sweetness and sadness we spent together, the memory is deeply burned in my heart.
Time flies, how many spring and autumn years, because we know that those lost times will be gone one by one, repeating the plot of the hometown. However, the river that life has not stepped out of, out of the soil of affection, our pace will speed up again, and the pace of life will become more simple. Therefore, even if we have many things that we dare not forget, in the corners of those memories, there are still childhoods that we spend together in time. I think my heart is still flowing home.